The energetic wheels within wheels
Yesterday I spent some time at the beach and as I was contemplating the waves moving to and ending their apparent journey of thousands of miles to connect with the shore or rather, the energy moving through the water -- and I found myself considering how ancient that exchange is and the eyes that have stood where I was standing and watched the same dance; eyes that are now long gone and forgotten and the countless generations that remembered those eyes, also gone and forgotten. The recursive turning of the wheel of life and death or coming and going. Duality. The illusion of separateness.
And also I found myself trying to wrap my brain around the energetic equivalent of the Matryoshka doll to which I bore witness. The energetic wave being made visible by its conduct through water and its transfer of energy to the land. The energetic components of the wave harmonic’s many molecules of water and solutes as not only carrier but propagator as they bounce like little pieces of popcorn but with direction in their randomness, composing this wave. And the energetic motion of of each water molecule itself - the hydrogen and oxygen atoms sharing their electrons in a shaky blur of stable gorgeous geometry. And further down to just the hydrogen atom: a veritable basketball at the center of some large stadium with a gnat sized piece of energy flying around the perimeter of the stadium; here and now there in a flash so random (e.g., not well understood by the human mind) that equations can predict relative probability at best. It’s such a magician! And the quarks and their adhering gluons that make up these particles, and their chaotic behaviors.
And my brain went into TILT! I couldn’t resolve how these seemingly homeostatic harmonics are described as one single model. And then I did the mental equivalent of a shrug and noticed that I was watching a little boy of probably 2, running with inexplicable enthusiastic joy, from the water with a blue plastic shovel, its seashell shaped blade filled with ocean that he was delivering to someplace on land. And I’d forgotten that my reflection took me deeply through a tunnel of contemplation, to “I don’t know”, and from there, back to the exquisite present.
